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| My current hearing aid |
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| The titanium attachment point for my hearing aid |
I still remember, at the age of four, fighting with my parents because I didn't want to take my hearing aid out at bedtime.
I didn't want to miss anything while I was sleeping.
This encounter sets the tone for my lifelong relationship with medical intervention - I love anything that allows me to interact more fully with the world around me.
Yes, it can be hard to be different, especially as a teenager/young adult, but I was so grateful for the hearing aid (now converted to a bone-anchored device fixed into the side of my skull) that allowed me to follow conversations, even in groups. So grateful for the wheelchair that allowed me to get out of the house and go on the holiday where I met my husband. So grateful for the breathing treatments and steroids that keep me out of hospital (most of the time), and for the painkillers that take the edge off the pain enough that I can smile and mean it.
Of course, it would be easier if I could function normally without all the medications and medical aids, but given that isn't really an option, I'll continue to be grateful for the things that allow me to participate in the life that I love so much.
This post was written as part of NHBPM - 30 health posts in 30 days: http://bit.ly/vU0g9J
